"Oh. I guess you have decided to do it here since we can't go out. We have to wait for Tim to come home." Katherine said as Jensen put on the music.
He nodded. "Yep I know that. Good thing we can dance any where"
His palms skimmed the curved outline of her body from shoulder to hip, then he gathered her fully into an embrace. Katherine slid into his shoulders.
"My lady" he murmured.
Their feet barely moved to the music. Katherine drifted with the soft strains. She was certain of only one thing: She ached for the man in her arms. He could be infuriating, domineering and chauvinistic, and despite her doubts about him, she had never felt safer, more desired, than at this moment. As the music curled around them, she snuggled nearer, her arms going about his waist, her palms flat on the broad span of his back.
"Hey" he whispered huskily. "I had good intentions for tonight, but you are destroying every la
She whirled around. Determined to walk away from him. She had had enough of this conversation. Her first step was her last, because she felt him take her arm and pull her back towards him. She found herself pressed against his hard chest and she didn't want to be there. She couldn't think when she was that close to him."Let me go, Jensen" she said breathlessly. He was so big, so dark, so powerful. So angry! She couldn’t help herself. She automatically tried to back away from him. She couldn't. He was everywhere, looking as big and formidable as ever.New lines formed around his mouth and eyes. His gaze stroked over her, piercing through any protective barriers she thought to construct. He’d always had a way of seeing right to the heart of her."No" he said, His eyes blazing, glittering with anger and frustration. “I’m not going anywhere, Kat. Really, I can't believe you're still throwing that in my face. How many times do I have to
He released her as swiftly as he had taken hold of her, and then he began to move towards the door. Over his retreating shoulder he said. "You know where to find me if I can do anything for Tim. Good night"Minutes later Katherine sat on the couch, unable to move. Wondering if she had made the right decision... Had she lost him forever because she couldn't let go of her fears.-------------------------------He didn't need this crap. Jensen thought as he got into his car. Starting the engine, he pulled away from Katherine's driveway and into the road at a pace faster than safe. For a moment anger ruled. Then he deliberately slowed down. He would not take his anger out on others. He shouldn't hurt anyone in his anger.How could she not see that he loved her and wasn't going to hurt her... At least not again. They had known each other long enough for her to know that he wouldn't lie about how he felt... They had spent
"What In the world are you two doing?" Claire's voice said. She had just arrived with her sons and was watching them."Playing soccer. I lost" Katherine said ruefully. Tim bounded to his feet and held her hand as she pulled herself up."You know they they have a game tonight right? And that you are playing the wrong sport?" Claire asked."Yeah" Katherine said. "It was just for fun. I just got home. You are early""Yeah I am" Claire agreed, but I thought we could hang out a bit before we left. If you don't mind. Sometimes I just need some space from the house, you know "Katherine knew. She understood. So she smiled and nodded in agreement. She needed that sometimes too."But...." Claire continued, "Since you both are busy with your game, I will just sit around and watch... Maybe until half time""Very funny" Katherine remarked as she trudged towards the front door.
"Well" Claire said "Get ready to get really angry then"Katherine frowned, not understanding what Claire had said. Claire nodded to her left smiling and Katherine's gaze went in that direction.And there was Jensen Packard. Just walking down there, obviously looking for where to sit so he could watch the game.God! What the man did to her. Katherine thought. Just looking at him did things to her insides... Made her feel things she couldn't explain.The formal business suit and crisp white shirt she was used to seeing him wear were gone and in their place he was wearing jeans and a checked shirt. The cords hugged the long, lean lines of his legs, and as Katherine felt her glance drawn helplessly along the length of him, she was aware of certain disturbing sensations prickling warningly inside herself. It was so unlike her to be aware of any man and yet with Jensen it was completely different.That night he had
"It's fine" Jensen said. "I told him I would come see him at his games and I realized that whatever happened or whatever is happening between us shouldn't stop me from keeping my word"Katherine nodded. "How are you? I mean how have you been?" she asked. She knew he had been hurt the last time they had talked, and she didn't want him to be. She cared about him."I'm fine" Jensen replied. "Been working a lot lately, traveling, tryna clear my head... Stuff like that"Katherine nodded. She understood. Hurting him had never been her intention and right now as she looked at him, all she wanted to do was pull him into her arms. But she wasn't sure that was a good idea and considering how angry he was when he left her house that day, she was sure he would probably reject any show of affection from her. He would probably mistake it for pity. So she looked away.Jensen watched her. Watched the hurt in her eyes disappear behi
When Katherine and Jensen got to the hospital and Katherine saw her father, her heart broke into many pieces. Just seeing him there, lying down, looking fragile and vulnerable brought hot tears to her eyes. He was asleep so they all went outside his room to talk... Not wanting to wake him up."What are the doctors saying" Katherine asked, letting her tears flow freely now and making no effort to stop them. "How is the cancer back? He looked fine. He has been fine all this while. How can it just come back? How bad is it? There has to be something they can do right? I mean, they are not just gonna sit back and let him die right? Isn't that like... Supposed to be against the law or something? They have to try something... anything"Jensen took a hold of her arm and rubbed it soothingly. "Calm down a little bit, Kat" he said softly. "I know you are scared, but one question at a time. They can't answer a million questions at once"Kather
Three weeks later....Jensen Packard draped his left wrist over the steering wheel and patted his lap with his right nervously as he drove to Crimson Bay. At this time of the night there was little traffic. It was mindless driving, which was very good, because Jensen's mind wasn't on driving.He missed Katherine.He had traveled for a business meeting a week ago but he had cut the trip two days short. Unnecessarily he had driven for six hours to get home tonight when tomorrow by noon would have done just as well.There is absolutely no reason he was coming home so early, except for the fact that there was someone he was eager to see. Which was a bit stupid considering the fact that she probably didn't feel the same way.The fact that he still loved her and thought so much about her scared the hell out of him... Scared him so badly that he almost talked himself into turning his car around and going b
He went inside the store. She had obviously been working. He thought as his eyes took in the pans and other equipment that had stains of batter in then. Why did she decide to work so late instead of waiting till the next day. And where was Tim? He wondered. Probably with his grandparents then. He went into her office.Katherine's head lay on top of her desk. She was asleep. Jensen tiptoed forward."Katherine?" he called.She didn't stir. Her head was pillowed on her extended arm. His eyes were drawn down to her hand. She had very slender fingers. He thought. Her hand was delicate and, in response, fragile looking. Her beautiful hair was a riot of wavy disarray, spilling across her arm and the paperwork she had fallen asleep over. It was inky black, the perfect complement to her fair complexion.There was a faint blush on the cheek that was turned up. Her brow was as smooth and glossy as she one painted onto a China